Liz and Steph have lived in a lot of sharehouses. We have experience. And also lots of friends with experience. If you find yourself, say, with flatmates whose drunk friend turned up at 5 am on a Sunday morning and possibly pissed on your couch, only you can’t tell for sure because the couch cover and mattress have mysteriously vanished … well, we don’t have an answer for that, because that’s Liz’s life right now, and she’s not one for confrontational things like asking questions outright in a face to face and mature manner.
But if you have a query, or a good story to tell, or advice re: Schrodinger’s piss couch (that isn’t going to wind up on passiveaggressivenotes.com), this is the time and place to ask, and we’ll answer in a post in the near future.